Lonnie was riding on a horse with his sister’s boyfriend, Harlan. Lonnie was only fourteen. It was pretty dark out as they went through the woods. His breath was kind of shaky, looking around quickly.

Then, there were a bunch of gunshots, making him fall off the horse. The horse jumped as it ran away, leaving Lonnie by himself. Lonnie immediately ran. He saw men with guns as he ran many different ways. He ran into a girl, bumping into her. He looked at her with panic. She was pretty.